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I. Wild fevered summer cat crouched in night forest leaf-rustle, ear-swivel golden eye-gleam, nostril flare smell trail, chase drumming hot blood of jugular pulse on tongue II. Barest winter, bones spare as naked trees knock hungry ghost at door I crouch, invite you in (“I am not yours”) eyes warn, my sofa, my fire recline like buddha, one golden orb fixed on me III. *Cat-mind drifts back ten thousand years desert goes for days sun-blaze on fur, sandpaper tongue drink from Tigris, cool forgiving Mate with five heated slit-eyed beauties consider symbiosis, my ancestors pile grain into a barn too slow to catch mice while naked two-legged kittens play with your children. Humans will worship yet bury you alive— our dead won’t be lonely The mice in the barn will find Master of Night that no death nor game is too cruel for you* IV. Now, fates joined after your hunt, before mine yawn and blink at the sun bury my face in electric fur you drape a lazy velvet paw over me purrs reverberate All is right in this universal chase sun-selves,  shadow-selves predator and prey for life love and death
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC
Master of Night (For Cats Large and Small)
I. Wild fevered summer cat crouched in night forest leaf-rustle, ear-swivel golden eye-gleam, nostril flare smell trail, chase drumming hot blood of jugular pulse on tongue II. Barest winter, bones spare as naked trees knock hungry ghost at door I crouch, invite you in (“I am not yours”) eyes warn, my sofa, my fire recline like buddha, one golden orb fixed on me III. *Cat-mind drifts back ten thousand years desert goes for days sun-blaze on fur, sandpaper tongue drink from Tigris, cool forgiving Mate with five heated slit-eyed beauties consider symbiosis, my ancestors pile grain into a barn too slow to catch mice while naked two-legged kittens play with your children. Humans will worship yet bury you alive— our dead won’t be lonely The mice in the barn will find Master of Night that no death nor game is too cruel for you* IV. Now, fates joined after your hunt, before mine yawn and blink at the sun bury my face in electric fur you drape a lazy velvet paw over me purrs reverberate All is right in this universal chase sun-selves,  shadow-selves predator and prey for life love and death
Many mammals are capable of unihemispheric sleep, in which only one half of the brain sleeps while the other remains conscious.  One eye often remains open. DNA studies show that all modern housecats can be traced back to five pregnant wildcats who domesticated themselves in the Middle East approximately 10,000 years ago. Special thanks to James Ciriaco, my poetry coach, who always gets my marbles rolling in the right direction! Copyright 2012 by Ann Marcaida
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC
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